When I hear the songs of your praises,
My nerves get better and active then ever,
And my blood runs warm from head to toes and again from toes to head.
I feed my weary soul with the songs of your praises.

I remember
Even now
How I felt happy
Under that thatched roof
Listening to the music of your praises From my dad's old little tape-recorder player,
When I fed my weary soul with the songs of your praises.
Oh what greater peace that filled our hearts
Even when our thatched roof showered the rain on us
When we're sheltered in the corners of that room
Like sitting near the waterfalls.

When I...